A Story submitted for consideration
She looked at him as he knelt naked before Her, his hands tied behind him, a leash around his neck. She thought he was cute as he blushed as She gazed upon him. But then She remembered Her place and said to Her slave trainer. "That one looked into my eyes." The slave trainer without a thought readied her dagger and pulled on the leash so that his face was one inch from the tip.
"Your will my Lady, left or right eye ?"
She looked at him once more, he was proud and a brat true but he was a good one and would make a fine warrior for Her. She looked at Her slave trainer and shook Her head smiling. The slave trainer laughed and savagely back handed the man - child before her. "my Lady has spared your eyes lil' one. However your backside is mine." With that she hauled him by the leash up the steps to a chair just to the right and below Her. she took him across her naked lap and began a very deliberate, harsh, severe spanking. Rapid fire spanks landed hard upon his skin causing him to gasp and squeal in pain. The pain deepened when the slave trainer took a flat oak kitchen spatula and began spanking him with it. his bottom was reddening fast and with his leash tied under the chair, the trainer's hand grasping the rope that held his and her leg across his he couldn't even squirm. Reddish - purple splotches appeared on his bottom and still she spanked. The trainer was not even winded when he broke.
As the sobs increased to an audible level the Lady put Her hand on Her trainers shoulder signifying that the spanking was over. However, his agony was far from over. he was placed on a swing the seat of which was made of hay and as he sat it conformed to his bottom and made him scream. he was forced onto the painful swing and held there by thick rope across his legs. his hands were placed in his lap attached to his leash. Unable to move his mind started to close in on him. Suddenly his teachings came to him from out of nowhere it seemed. he closed his eyes and centered himself. his breathing slowed and his heart rate came back down. The pain lessened and he relaxed and opened his eyes.
he had been captured and was a prisoner true but the lessons he had learned a long time ago held true anywhere he had been told. Honesty, integrity, courtesy and respect ...those were the four pillars on which he'd begin his new life here. Yes he was a brat and yes he'd be watched but he would prove himself to Her to be worthy and honorable. he looked at the other slaves and then noticed that they were all women. he looked at his captors and noticed the same thing. he looked at the slave trainer and she smiled and said, "Yes lil' one you are the only other beside female here. However do not get any ideas. you have been chosen as a protector to both the Lady and all those that She calls Hers. you are here to serve at Her will and if you bring dishonor or She tires of you, you will be executed."
he nodded and spoke so softly that the slave trainer had to lean in to try and understand what he was saying. Softer yet he spoke drawing her even closer. Like lightening his right hand lashed out and grabbed the dagger from her belt and cut the rope holding him on the swing he had been tied to as well as his hands. he then threw the dagger aside and walked proudly before Her. Stopping ten feet short of Her throne, he knelt and bowed his head. "my Lady," he said. " You have no need of ropes to hold or bind me. my Lady, it is an honor to serve in whatever capacity You desire, and i will do so to the very best of my ability. i will stay as long as You will have me."
Her eyes flashed alarm and Her bodyguard ringed him with spears at the ready. She listened as he spoke and visibly relaxed. She called the bodyguard back to Her side. She replied, " You are a stranger and your ways are strange to Us. As not female your every move is suspicious and yet you kneel and pledge service to Me and I accept but it is strange ." he smiled as he listened. he knew of service and honor and integrity. Apparently, so did they in thier own way. They could learn from each other.
Is this true service ? That no matter what one keeps honor and integrity and serves to the very best of thier ability ? Is accepting discipline part of that ? Yes, to me, it is. What about You >
"Your will my Lady, left or right eye ?"
She looked at him once more, he was proud and a brat true but he was a good one and would make a fine warrior for Her. She looked at Her slave trainer and shook Her head smiling. The slave trainer laughed and savagely back handed the man - child before her. "my Lady has spared your eyes lil' one. However your backside is mine." With that she hauled him by the leash up the steps to a chair just to the right and below Her. she took him across her naked lap and began a very deliberate, harsh, severe spanking. Rapid fire spanks landed hard upon his skin causing him to gasp and squeal in pain. The pain deepened when the slave trainer took a flat oak kitchen spatula and began spanking him with it. his bottom was reddening fast and with his leash tied under the chair, the trainer's hand grasping the rope that held his and her leg across his he couldn't even squirm. Reddish - purple splotches appeared on his bottom and still she spanked. The trainer was not even winded when he broke.
As the sobs increased to an audible level the Lady put Her hand on Her trainers shoulder signifying that the spanking was over. However, his agony was far from over. he was placed on a swing the seat of which was made of hay and as he sat it conformed to his bottom and made him scream. he was forced onto the painful swing and held there by thick rope across his legs. his hands were placed in his lap attached to his leash. Unable to move his mind started to close in on him. Suddenly his teachings came to him from out of nowhere it seemed. he closed his eyes and centered himself. his breathing slowed and his heart rate came back down. The pain lessened and he relaxed and opened his eyes.
he had been captured and was a prisoner true but the lessons he had learned a long time ago held true anywhere he had been told. Honesty, integrity, courtesy and respect ...those were the four pillars on which he'd begin his new life here. Yes he was a brat and yes he'd be watched but he would prove himself to Her to be worthy and honorable. he looked at the other slaves and then noticed that they were all women. he looked at his captors and noticed the same thing. he looked at the slave trainer and she smiled and said, "Yes lil' one you are the only other beside female here. However do not get any ideas. you have been chosen as a protector to both the Lady and all those that She calls Hers. you are here to serve at Her will and if you bring dishonor or She tires of you, you will be executed."
he nodded and spoke so softly that the slave trainer had to lean in to try and understand what he was saying. Softer yet he spoke drawing her even closer. Like lightening his right hand lashed out and grabbed the dagger from her belt and cut the rope holding him on the swing he had been tied to as well as his hands. he then threw the dagger aside and walked proudly before Her. Stopping ten feet short of Her throne, he knelt and bowed his head. "my Lady," he said. " You have no need of ropes to hold or bind me. my Lady, it is an honor to serve in whatever capacity You desire, and i will do so to the very best of my ability. i will stay as long as You will have me."
Her eyes flashed alarm and Her bodyguard ringed him with spears at the ready. She listened as he spoke and visibly relaxed. She called the bodyguard back to Her side. She replied, " You are a stranger and your ways are strange to Us. As not female your every move is suspicious and yet you kneel and pledge service to Me and I accept but it is strange ." he smiled as he listened. he knew of service and honor and integrity. Apparently, so did they in thier own way. They could learn from each other.
Is this true service ? That no matter what one keeps honor and integrity and serves to the very best of thier ability ? Is accepting discipline part of that ? Yes, to me, it is. What about You >